A pitiful drug addict (3)

I didn't think I could retrieve more information from him, but at least that was enough to incite the plan inside my head. I could discuss this with Logan, and he could use his charm to get more information from Leah. 

"Okay, thank you for your help," I said as I tried to side-step him.

But this guy suddenly grabbed my arm and demanded, "The chalk, give me the chalk."

"Ah—" 

I just remembered the syringe I promised him. It was in my hand, and of course, there was a trace of crystal meth in it. I could just give it to him and leave, but…

I stared at him…

His face had traces of violent scratches, his neck had holes around, and his eyes were red. He was spacing out most of the time. I could see the pain in his eyes, maybe he didn't realize it, but he didn't need this syringe. 

He needed help, a rehab definitely.